Ambrose
I head up to my room to change for my swim. I feel helpless. I hate that I can’t help Sierra. I didn’t want to get a doctor or therapist, but they felt like my last option. I need her to be okay. She can’t continue to lock herself away from the world. I change, grab a towel and stop outside of her room. I knock lightly and wait for her to invite me in. She does, a second later.
I pop my head in to see her snuggled under the covers. “Are you sure you don’t want to come for a swim?”
“Positive.” She whispers.
“Okay.” I sigh, defeated, and leave her alone.
I am worried about her. She isn’t eating right. She is sleeping way too much, and she is barely moving, which isn’t good for her body or mental health. I wish I could make her feel better, but only Sierra can do that. I make
